Sweet Rain

We dripped with summer sweat as we quickly packed in 110 degree weather and drove to higher elevation, in hopes of cooler weather. The arrival in Pinetop was immediately embraced with the afternoon breeze we had been waiting for. Friends were there and we had a great time playing cards, making the perfect hamburgers for lunch and enjoying the meal as we sat on Adirondack chairs on the deck while rumbling clouds treated us to a few drops of warm rain. Sunday morning's warm sunshine brought me disappointment that our return to the desert valley wouldn't be the stark contrast of weather that I had been hoping for to get me through the next few weeks of summer. As we ate our sandwiches and pasta salad on the deck again, I began to see enormous raindrops making dark cirlces on the wood around my feet. We ran for shelter as the sudden rain poured down between curved leaves and blades of grass. David wrapped his arms around me as we stood at the window watching the refreshing affect of the rain. The top of the trees swayed and looked as if they rejoiced at the cool, sweet wetness on their aching backs. It felt so good to watch the earth renew itself and helped me remember the same cool, sweet wetness of the Sacrament that I had renewed myself with that morning.

Thanks M, for inspiring this blog via the great convo this morning.